


i’ve got you under my skin

by harrystylescurls



Category: One Direction (Band)
Genre: M/M
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2019-05-08
Updated: 2019-05-08
Packaged: 2020-02-28 14:35:24
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Chapters: 2
Words: 4,646
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18758404
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/harrystylescurls/pseuds/harrystylescurls
Summary: His eyes were intimidating, they held a strong emotion, they had an inner color of dusty piercing emerald that fades into the dancing flashing lights beaming around.His eyes. That was the first thing Louis noticed about him, the astonishing young man in his mid twenties- wearing an out of the ordinary black sheer and lace blouse, who is currently bouncing up and down, a victorious grin splattered across his face while doing shots around his friends.Louis could feel his heart pounding with an inexplicable rhythm as the stranger’s eyes locked with his, and he couldn’t help but stare into his eyes, utterly enthralled. And for some reason, why does Louis have this feeling that the stranger with emerald shining eyes is about to mess up his entire life?





	1. Chapter 1

**Author's Note:**

> i need patience with this larry met gala inspired au. thanks for the support and especially to izzy hahahaha you tweeted this idea.

**Prologue**

 

 

”Louis! You are so drunk!” Lottie, Lottie Tomlinson, Louis’ sister shot him a death glare swiftly snatching the shot glass from his grasp.

Louis grumbles a deep sigh. He didn’t want someone to scold him right now. In fact, he just wanted to get drunk and waste his night away. He didn’t want to remember what an awful day he had earlier. He doesn’t need any flashbacks from it. He just wanted to drink. And dance. And maybe score some hook up with someone to forget the bitter angry words from his ex girlfriend. 

It’s an ex. Louis is sure of that. She made it clear to him though. 

_“you’re never here! you always go to that stupid studio and write these goddamn songs that you can’t even–“_

_”I’m gonna stop you right there.” Louis grabs her arm, causing her to glare at him even more._

_”What? You know, I’m right. Louis, let’s go home. Let’s go back. Can’t you see? This life isn’t for you. Stop dreaming so high that it makes me feel like I’m losing you!” Eleanor yanked her arm away from Louis._

_Louis dumbly stares at her, mouth wide open and eyes tearing up. The hot tears swarming his eyes and stinging it causing him to blink and let it all cascade across his face._

_Louis bites his lip, too hard. “I can’t believe that you just said that to me. Of all people, El, I thought you knew how much I love writing and composing. You, of all people, I expected to fully understand everything I have ever dreamed of.”_

_Eleanor just stands there, not looking at Louis._

_“This is what I came for. I don’t care if the artists I wrote songs for are miles away from me. All I care about were three things. This career, my dream. My family and you. And now, thank you. Thank you for letting me know that you’re not capable of believing in me. So now, there are only two things I would like to start caring about. And you’re not one of them anymore.”_

_And just like that, Louis turned around and walked out from that chapter of his life._

”I can’t believe her, Lot. She knew how much I wanted this!” Louis wipes his eyes hastily with his palm. 

Lottie sighs, her eyes watching her brother intently. 

She knew there was something wrong when Louis had called her in the middle of the day, inviting her to drink with him and party all night. Louis is a party goer, sure. But when it comes to his career, which is songwriting and composing, he takes it all very seriously. This career is all too important for him to even try to mess it up in any unintentional way. That’s why when his ex girlfriend, Eleanor told him to just give it up, Louis knew right then and there that he doesn’t need someone who can’t simply trust his passion and dreams.

Louis is almost drunk. Lottie is nervous and worried. 

The glowing disco lights buzzed around the bar. It’s after midnight, and everyone is partying crazily and dancing wildly.

Lottie flutters her eyes to glance at Louis, who is currently staring quietly on the screen of his phone.

”What are you doing?” She asks.

Louis sighs. “Just.. reading some blog shit about that Gala blocks away from us.”

Lottie’s eyes widens as she almost stumble out from her stool. “Shit!”

”What?” Louis turns to face her, forehead creased.

”I-I have to call a friend. Will you be alright here?” 

Louis sleepily nods and keeps his phone back to his pocket. He manages to take another swig on the bottle of beer near him.

”Sure. Go ahead.”

Lottie stands up, collecting her things. “Sorry, Lou. I gotta help my friend. She was waiting for her brother but—“

”It’s alright, Lot. Thanks for keeping me company.” 

Louis doesn’t want her to go, really. But he knows that he should just back off and let his sister leave. He’s being an ultimate pain in the ass right now and he knows it. Who even want to babysit a broken-hearted bloke anyway? 

No one.

”I’ll call you if I can—“

”No, Lot. Just go. You drive safe.” Louis tells her. 

Lottie squints her eyes at him, carefully checking if there’s any hesitation in Louis’ blue empty eyes.

But unfortunately, Louis is a damn good liar.

So Lottie left. 

And Louis is all alone, drinking and hiding behind his cigarette, while bunch of drunk people swarm around him.

He didn’t care. He’s messed up. He just doesn’t want to a remember a single thing.

Louis takes another whiff from his cigarette and the loneliness inside him started kicking in.

He could definitely hear every conversation and starts to feel alone.

Louis sighs, grabbing his phone and biting his lip.

He knows it’s a miracle if he would ever answer the call, but Louis doesn’t have any choice right now.

He swipes across his phone and started to make a call.

After a few rings.

The person on the other end finally picked up.

Louis gulps nervously, his stomach knotting altogether. “Zayn.”

A loud buzz glitched from the call, and a piercing laugh follows, “Louis! Mate! How have you been?”

Louis bites his lower lip. He doesn’t know what to exactly tell the person, or his only friend that kind of managed to avoid him. Because who wants to be friends with a lame ass song writer anyway? 

No one.

But Louis knows that Zayn is just too busy and occupied to actually hang out with him. After all, he’s one of the breakthrough artists of the year. And Louis is immensely proud of his childhood bestfriend.

“Zayn.” Louis speaks. “I’m good. Well.. not that good. But, can I ask if—“

”I’m sorry mate, I’m with my girl right now. The Gala has just finished and we’re on our way to an after party—“

Louis felt his cheeks heat. 

Of course. He should’ve known that Zayn will be invited to that Gala anyway. And of course, Louis should have known better not to call him anymore and interrupt his fun.

Louis is so dumb for even considering of calling and asking Zayn to accompany his drunk pity ass.

”Of course, Zayn. I understand. You guys have fun.” Louis says, completely bitter and upset.

But he’s sure that Zayn is too preoccupied to even notice the tone of his voice.

”Mate, wait-“ Zayn’s voice becomes too distant, Louis sits and patiently waits for him.

”Yes. Yes, I’m on the phone with Lou. Yeah, baby. Tomlinson? Remember? Really? Is that alright? Sure. Thanks!” Zayn’s distant and low voice was all that Louis could hear. It’s like Zayn is talking to someone. Perhaps, Gigi. Zayn’s long time girlfriend.

So Louis waits.

With a bottle of beer in his hand. 

Thoughts disarray.

”Lou? Lou! Still there?” Zayn speaks closely to the phone again.

Louis breathes. “Of course. Am here.”

”I don’t know if you’re game or not, but Gigi asked if you want to come with us to that after party of her friend’s?” 

Louis almost fell out from his stool.

Eyes widening and chest breathing rapidly, he shakily asks, “Really? Me? Is that even allowed?”

Zayn chuckles. “Mate. I missed you. We never hang out anymore. Let this be our night.”

Louis wanted to retort something but he stopped himself.

He didn’t want to be rude to Zayn. Not now. Not when he has this chance to get out of this hellhole and actually have a damn good time.

A distraction. 

Louis could feel his heart hammering.

”Cool. This is so cool, Z. I’m game. Where should I meet ya’ll?”

”That is fucking awesome, mate! Meet us outside The Fleur Room. You okay with that?”

Louis is definitely beyond more okay with that. In fact, he’s already on his feet, tie loosely hanging around his neck and hair messily pushed upwards on a quiff. 

Louis’ face is stretched with a smile, for the first time today, he actually feels like something great is about to happen.

”See you in a minute.”


	2. Chapter 2

**Summary for the Chapter:**

> there you are - zayn malik.

**I**

 

Hours before the dawn-light brings the colours back to the streets. Louis is heading down the cracked sidewalk. He’s all too alert and more than awake now. After that spontaneous invitation from his bestfriend, Zayn. Louis figured he needed all the fun he could get tonight. 

Impenetrable and disorienting blackness, stars visible, black and grey clouds, crescent moon— Louis could all admire them. He’s too occupied watching them all from afar, when he abruptly stops, only to see a bunch of paparazzis swarming around the block. 

Louis sighs. “Celebrities. Of course.”

That’s what Louis hated when it comes to associating with celebrities or artists he’s working with. There is always an issue, stunt or even drama. Once, Louis was linked to a female singer that he wrote a couple of songs for. Of course they had to hang out outside the streets of Los Angeles or New York, only to be seen by the infuriating papparazis and start to throw and shout too personal questions at them. Louis asked her if her job is getting tiring because of all the issues and drama that absolutely comes hand in hand when you’re in the limelight, the young female artist only told him that getting used to it is the technique.

And yet, Louis couldn’t stand the idea of being followed by a bunch of stalkers only to take multiple pictures of him, even if all he’s doing is breathing or slurping some yogurt. 

It irks him. That’s why he doesn’t want to be famous and all that.

Louis strides across the street, he fixes his black tie and smoothen out his red and black patterned suit. Louis is glad that he’s wearing a formal suit or else he could have gone back to his apartment and change quickly. 

He needed to actually look good. This is a celebrity hosted After Party after all. He doesn’t really wanna embarrass Zayn or Gigi in any way for bringing him along. In fact, he is very thankful for them. He needed this. So much it scares him.

He needed his mind distracted from Eleanor and his work. He doesn’t want to remember how Eleanor made him feel like shit and worthless. The most awful part is when Louis kind of believed her when she said there is no space for Louis to be here, chasing his dreams. 

For a minute there, Louis actually believed her. It made him question his purpose and passion all at once. And it made him even more angry at Eleanor and angrier at himself. 

Louis pauses. He is now meters away from the small brick door entrance of the place that Zayn told him. He casually glanced around to see if Zayn is already here. Louis is totally sweating and heart beating too fast, when his phone started vibrating inside his pocket.

Louis picks up the call.

”Z. Where are you? I’m outside.” 

“Mate, just come in yeah? Tell the guard that you’re Tomlinson. He already knows that. We had to come inside by the backdoor because of the paps. See you, yeah?”

Louis bites his lip. “Sure. But—“

But the line is already dead.

He heaves a heavy sigh and grips tightly on his phone. He can’t actually believe that he’s about to somehow gate crash a private after party. And to top it all, it’s obviously hosted by a damned famous celebrity he sure knows.

Louis is a bit hesitant and nervous.

_”Can’t you see? This life isn’t for you.”_

He shuts his eyes for a second, upon remembering what Eleanor told him. 

No. He doesn’t deserve that. He doesn’t need to believe her because he should prove to her that this life, this career and dream is for him. And he’s ready to do whatever it takes to prove her wrong. 

Louis can’t stop now. Not this time.

And so he approached the guard at the entrance, smiling charmingly with his eyes focused and shining, and perfectly clothed with his red and black suit. 

“Tomlinson.” He tells him.

The guard only nodded stiffly.

He could feel his heart pounding fast as he blinks rapidly as the flashes from the papparazis’ camera blinds him. 

“Fucks sake,” He mutters.

And he just breathes and starts to walk inside.

***

Inconsequent polite conversations, canapés, and wine. 

Louis expected those from this after party. But imagine his own utter shock, when he was ushered inside a more private room upstairs, overlooking the city, only to be completely overthrown and speechless.

_The party is absolutely wild._

More than he ever expected. He kind of thought about it being boring and not that fun because let’s face it, locals and celebrities might have different meanings for fun and party.

And that made Louis a bit embarrassed by even thinking that Zayn is inviting him into a boring party.

But this.. this party is beyond Louis’ expectations.

The music was as loud as thunder; it made the cutlery on the tabletops rattle. Neon flashing lights everywhere like polic sirens, but much more colourful. Almost blinding him. He had to squint and shield his hand across his eyes.

People shouting the lyrics of the song that is currently being played, bodies sticking with each other and barking laughters as if they haven’t laughed for centuries.

The whole scene was too much that it made Louis’ skin tingle and his lungs feel like a mush. He could catch the smokes of the cigarettes being blown around him. The bass thumped in time with his heart beat as though they were one, filling him from head to toe with music. 

He likes the song.

Louis’ attentive crystal blue eyes roams around the room, trying and to spot Zayn or his girlfriend. But neither of them can be seen.

A waiter approaches him, handing out a tray full of flute glasses with expensively looking liquor. 

Louis raises his brow, “No thanks.”

The waiter just oddly stared at him and decided to walk away. Obviously finding him a bit odd.

Louis decided not to drink anything at all not before he sees Zayn.

He has to be with Zayn. It would be completely rude and of course, he doesn’t even know these people. Sure, celebrities. All famous. But he doesn’t want to mingle with them. He just wants to have a good time.

That’s all.

Louis is about to step forward when a woman wearing a sparkly eccentric silver and green backless dress hits his shoulder, causing him to stumble on the floor.

”Oh, shit!” He curses.

”Oh my god!” She apologizes, catching Louis’ arm only to stop him to fall even more.

Louis regains his balance. Eyes directly looking at the woman in front of him.

”I am so sorry, hun. I guess I’m a bit drunk!” She laughs, and covers her mouth.

Louis wanted to run. She obviously look familiar. Either she’s a celebrity or a singer, he isn’t that much sure.

She has this asian almost round eyes and  slightly taller than him, which is of course because of the high heels she’s definitely wearing.

”It’s all fine. Really.” Louis tells her.

”I hate me!” She slaps her forehead with her palm, Louis catches her arm and stops her from doing it again.

”You might be drunk.” 

“Oh, no. You’re right! Harry’s right. Ha, that man. He keeps telling me that I’m already drunk but—“

Louis chuckles, softly letting her arm go. “Harry is right then. Whoever he is.”

She frowns, and then weirdly looks at Louis. 

“Wait, you don’t know Harry?”

Louis bites his lip, a bit shy. 

“Uh, I don—“

”Wait!” She exclaimed. “I know you!”

”You know me?” Louis whispered, almost inaudible.

But she’s too drunk to even care if he even speak or not.

”I know you! You’re Louis Tomlinson right? The composer that Zayn is buzzing about!” 

Louis instantly feel as his cheeks blush. 

He can’t actually believe it.

Zayn? Zayn Malik? His own childhood bestfriend, is proud and keeps talking about him? To his celebrity friends?

Louis is sure that’s what she told him.

And now, he can’t explain the emotions seeping right through him.

He suddenly feels bad for slightly judging Zayn at all. 

He must thank him.

”Anyway.” She speaks again. “I have to go to the bathroom. But I can’t find it!”

Louis doesn’t want to speak. He doesn’t know what to even react. But he knows for sure that he needs to find Zayn right now.

So he smiles at the woman in front of him.

”There’s the bathroom, I guess. That way.” He politely said.

She breaks into a smile. “Yes. Thank you, Louis. Such an angel.” 

Louis grins. “Welcome. And you’re—“

”Alexa. Alexa Chung.” She winks, and in that instant, Louis can feel his stomach churning and bile rising in his throat.

Of fucking course.

It’s goddamn Alexa Chung.

A british writer and a fashion designer. Goodness. Louis can’t help but feel too embarrassed.

Alexa might have noticed Louis’ expression when she patted his shoulder. 

“Don’t worry too much. I’m not mad that you don’t know me. In fact, feels great.” Alexa snickered.

Louis bites his lip, shifting his feet on the floor uncomfortably. 

Only minutes inside this after party and he’s now embarrassing himself to these people.

”I’m really really sorry, Alexa.” He sincerely tells her.

She beams at him. “It’s definitely good, love. Anyway, see that man in that black sheer blouse?”

Alexa puts her arm around Louis’ shoulders and closely pushed him to her, their faces almost sticking together, while pointing her finger at a man in the middle of the crowd, shouting and dancing hysterically around a bunch of people.

Louis can feel her breath across his face, and he manages to glance at her and frown. “Who’s that?”

Alexa pulls away from him. “Harry. He’s the host. Such a nice beautiful young man.”

_Harry._

_Harry._

_Harry._

Something in that name bothers Louis.

Alexa bid her short goodbye at him and he’s now all alone, standing in a dark corner, quietly observing the people around him.

He can’t comprehend how much he’s been an asshole bestfriend for even thinking that Zayn actually forgot about him at all. Alexa, that fashion designer is the living proof that Zayn is still the same lad he has known for decades.

Over the roar of music, a distant, hazy chatter could be heard from where he’s standing. He still can’t catch a glimpse of Zayn at all. And he’s too shy to even walk around the area. He can’t loiter around and embarrass himself for not even knowing who the hell he’s talking to. One shame at a night, he scolds himself. Louis couldn’t make out any words how crazy the party is, but laughter is ringing through his ears as well as the blaring music, pulling him in and wouldn’t let go. 

He had no choice but to take a step forward, heart beating so fast and loud it suddenly scares him that it could burst out his ribcage.

And then something catches his eyes.

No.  _Someone._

_Someone catches his attention._

Louis stops from walking, slightly dodging the drunk people occasionally bumping on his shoulder. 

His eyes were intimidating, Louis could see how his eyes hold a strong emotion. Inner colour of dusty piercing emerald that fades and perfectly blends with the dancing neon lights.

_Louis’ heart stops._

His eyes. The eyes. It was all the first and only thing Louis noticed about him. He’s definitely in his mid twenties, and is wearing an utterly eccentric but sexy black sheer and lace blouse and pants. He’s bouncing and jumping around with shot glasses glued on the both of his hands. Absolutely enjoying himself.

Louis can’t help but feel something odd shift in his stomach. It’s like there is a whiplash and a rock anchoring right at the pit.

Heart pounding inexplicably, Louis swipes his tongue across his dried lips, and when the stranger’s eyes meets his, in the most natural and accidental way, he can feel his throat tightening and his knees go weak.

He can’t exactly utter the words, because he’s helplessly out of words to say, but he can feel something different in him.

Like it’s totally unfamiliar but all too familiar at the same time.

It’s like forgetting someone you haven’t even met yet.

Louis blinks, the stranger’s eyes still locked with his.

They’re now both staring right into each other, and Louis is alreadt lost in his emerald eyes.

He couldn’t feel his heart. It’s like it stopped beating the moment he laid his eyes on that man across him.

Louis is about to take another step, when someone grabs his arm, causing him to stop from moving.

”Lou! There you are.” 

It was Zayn.

Louis turns around to see his bestfriend, wearing a white sleek suit, frowning at him.

Louis opens his mouth but nothing came out. He quickly tried to glance back at Harry, the stranger.

But Harry’s eyes are now longer looking at Louis. Instead, he’s back into jumping around and screaming.

Louis wanted to punch himself.

”Lou? Are you okay?” Zayn worriedly asks.

He sighs and faces him. “I feel like I’m drunk.”

Zayn laughs. “Not yet, Lou. But you’re about to be.” 

Louis just nodded as he let Zayn pull him around by his arm.

Everything went by quickly with a blur in his eyes. One minute he was being introduced to Zayn’s celebrity friends and timidly feeling awkward and stiff and the next minute, he’s dancing and doing shots with them.

Time flies so fast when you’re really having a blast.

That’s what Louis thought.

Louis has two glasses of whiskey with the both of his hands, hysterically laughing while watching Zayn and his friend, Curtis dance off. 

“Give me that!” Curtis slurs, grabbing the glass away from Louis.

Louis pouted. “Curtis, mate. You have been stealing my drinks for a while now!” 

Lily, a friend of Gigi’s, throws her arm around Louis and whispers. “Get me a drink yeah?”

Louis can feel as her hot but minty breath hits his skin. Music still roaring and people still dancing drunkenly.

Louis winks. “You got it.”

Lily gives him a kiss on his cheek, which he kind of anticipated. Since Zayn introduced him to them, Lily started flirting with him and shamelessly throwing compliments at him. Louis is a bit overwhelmed. Of course, he likes the feeling and distraction.

Zayn’s friends are actually fun to be with. Really far from what he expected them to be.

”I’ll be back in a heartbeat.” Louis tells at no one in particular, even though Lily is staring and smiling at him expectantly and is making Louis feel somehow odd.

”I’ll wait.” Lily seductively smiles, removing her hands away from his hips. 

He didn’t want to flirt back but he couldn’t help it.

Totally distracted and tipsy, his eyes are dilating from time to time causing his head to hurt. He had too much alcohol already and the endless dancing surely triggered his stomach.

He squeezed his body into the masses of bodies crowding the place. He actually has to push the people around to even manage to reach the bathroom. It’s dark and hot and the whole place is making his skin itch across his suit. 

He spotted too many familiar celebrities too. He couldn’t help but awkwardly dodge them because he isn’t in the mood to engage into a conversation or what. He just wants to get inside the bathroom and release all the fluid in his bladder.

When Louis reaches the bathroom door, he opens the door and abruptly stops when he hears an ear-splitting thunderous scream.

”No. Fuck you. Fuck you and him.” A male strong raspy voice roars.

Louis is frozen, standing by the door. He casually glances at his back if someone is about to come to the bathroom too but there is no one except him.

”I’m sorry, okay? Baby, I’m sorry—“

”No! Fuck you, Kenny. You’re just like them. You fucking use me and now what? Cheat on me? Wow. Massive effort there.” 

Louis’ eyes circled and he can feel his heart started to hammer. 

He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be even listening at all. This is obviously a private conversation and—

“I’m not using you! I swear, Harry, you gotta believe me!” 

Louis hitches a sharp breath.

Harry.

Harry. Harry. That Harry?

Now Louis doesn’t want to stray away.

He knows it’s rude to eavesdrop but he couldn’t help it.

There is something with that Harry he couldn’t quite explain.

Louis tightens his grip on the door handle.

”Leave me alone. I wanna fucking think and vomit.” 

“Baby—“

”Don’t. Kendall, please.” 

Silence.

Louis starts to hear clicking noises hitting the marbled floor when he was about to run away but it’s all too late when a woman with a brown hair styled into a high ponytail and wearing a white velvet dress shows up in front of him.

It’s Kendall fucking Jenner.

And Louis has just been caught eavesdropping.

Fuck.

Louis lets go of the door handle and started to breathe rapidly.

”Who are you?” Kendall scowls.

Louis shrugs. “No one.”

Kendall raises her brow. “Were you listening?”

Louis froze. But he shakes his head. “No. What should I listen to?”

Please fuck off, please fuck off, Louis prays silently inside his head.

She frowns again and rolls her eyes. “Excuse me.” 

And she’s out of his sight.

Louis heaves a sigh of relief.

Kendall Jenner infuriates him and he doesn’t know why.

”Fuck!” A blood-curdling scream booms.

Louis’ eyes widens and he quickly steps inside the bathroom.

He keeps walking until he sees Harry, the one with the emerald eyes, sitting on the floor looking like a wounded defeated soldier.

Louis breathes deeply.

Hair’s a mess, black sheer and lace blouse still intact, but his face, his face gives it all away.

”I gave her my fucking everything. Every shit she wanted, I gave it all. And now, I‘m left all alone.” Harry grabs and pulls his hair while his eyes closed.

Louis just stands there, in front of Harry, absolutely lost and speechless.

”I knew it. I fucking knew it. But I didn’t listen. Because why would I? Because whenever she says she loves me all I could do is just be blind and deaf.” Harry spits, with much venom in his voice.

Louis could see how broken Harry is. Even though he doesn’t even know him that well. They just stared at each other’s eyes earlier like they were connected.

Louis knows how it definitely feels to be heart broken. He exactly knows the gutting feeling inside him when Eleanor told him she doesn’t believe in his capabilities anymore.

It hurts like hell.

And Harry. Harry who is sitting on the floor right now, is exactly feeling the same thing. Much even worse, based on what he heard.

It’s such a shame to see Harry shed a tear when Louis admires his eyes.

It’s his eyes.

It speaks a lot.

And now, all that could Louis say is three words.

”There you are.” He says.

Harry freezes. He slowly opened his eyes and it widens.

”I’m sorry?” Harry weakly asks.

Louis smiles.

“Nothing. I’m Louis. Louis Tomlinson. And you are?” 

Harry frowns at him, surely lost and confused. 

“I’m drunk.” Harry stares.

Louis finds him amusing. Harry looked innocent. Like he doesn’t know what the hell is even going on. Even though he was just shouting earlier.

Louis smirks. Because right at the pit of his stomach, he knows that for some reason, Harry is about to mess up his entire life, more than it already is.

“Well then. Nice meeting you, drunk.” 

 


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